They're going to send you away" she saidPsychic angels spread on the top of her headAnd in the compartments of my dreadThe rush hour crush travels home to bed"You never seem to hear" she smiledStatues tiptoe for a glimpse of the childThe lawns are always lush and wildSpacious floors bejeweled and tiled"How are you getting home" she laughedMermaids drowned but I clung to the raftIt's just the water in the bathAn interlude for the busy staff